Sentence Of Obsession Mga Nobela at Kwento

he replies. “Obsessed how?” I inquire. I had thought I was doing a good job of not showing obsessive behavior when it came to Ava. “You haven’t shown interest in anything that doesn’t involve her. You are actively being hunted by one of the city's largest crime bosses and you’re treating him like a peeping tom. She’s become the only reason you go to bed at night and get up every morning. In my line of work, we call that obsessive,” he concludes with a nod.

he laughed again. "Why do you keep saying sex? It's make love baby. Sex is just for whore. We love each other so it's make love." he's laughing a little still, but he stands up and go to my place. He hugged me so tight. "I love you, I love you, I love you… And our baby too…" he whispered to my ear. He hold my hands and played a little. "You know that there's so many bad things happened into our life, Specifically to the both of us. I made so many bad things to the point that I become obsessed and stalked you… You're not the only one who called me psycho because I really am… There's this five men that I nearly killed because they betrayed me. I almost lose my sister and that's the start why I

He says with an air of someone in charge of everything. "It's true! Just think that I take from you something that I have and you want, something that you can't buy and can't live without, something that I give you when I want and the way I want!” I leave him without pussy for a few days and I just want to see what he will do. "And what would that be?" He asks, closing his eyes. “Guess what?” I say looking down between my legs and he widens his eyes. “This... this is against the Laws! It's a sin! You’re a blackmailer, Allison, that kind of thing doesn’t happen, I’m going to talk to the authorities.” Oliver says exasperatedly and laughs in his face.

Rafael stands there and watches EVA leave. “It’s not easy to forget you, because, BECAUSE YOU ARE MY OBSESSION.

“I… I don’t want you to stop. Not ever.” His hands went to my waist, pulling me close. “Good,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine. “Because I’m obsessed with you. Completely. And I will show you exactly what that obsession means tonight.” Back at the penthouse, we didn’t wait. Every kiss, every touch, every whisper became a battle of possession and surrender. Sebastian’s hands memorized me, claimed me, burned into me with the intensity of his obsession. I responded in kind, trembling under his control, craving every moment, every edge of danger and desire.

The words left my lips before I could reconsider them, before I could weigh them, before I could soften them into something safer. They landed. Hard. Clear. And the moment they did— Everything stopped. Japhet froze. Not completely. But enough. Enough for the shift to be felt. Enough for the silence to deepen.My gaze held his. Unwavering. Even as the weight of what I was saying settled fully into the space between us. “This is obsession.” The word hung there. Heavy. Unforgiving. And this time— It wasn’t just directed at the situation. It was directed at him.

"...Matt will not allow you to do this either." I think I might have said the wrong thing, because her expression seemed to harden at the mention of Matt. "Don't you dare mention his name again!" She hissed, her eyes flaring. She suddenly chuckled cruelly, "Oh dear, it appears you really do not know him that well, do you?" Her lips formed a sickenly sweet smile that was anything but innocent. "He would not allow this, sure. But only because he would rather put you through the hell himself. Just like he did before." She chuckled. "He is obsessed with you, and you know what obsession does to a person? It makes you run insane! That is what Matt is going through because of you." With those words

What had left him with a lasting impression he would be unable to forget were the gazes of several individuals identified as threats of the highest order. The gazes that even now he could remember all too clearly. The gazes that spoke of one thing - the same thing he now found within Levi’s gaze, the same thing that evoked a feeling of profound dread in Trey - Obsession. An overpowering, reckless, fanatical fixation that knew no bounds nor reason. A reckless infatuation from a maniac that would stop at nothing to realize their own obsession, rendering everything and everyone, including themselves, expendable. That focused gaze could only see one thing and one thing alone - the only thing tha

“But at least I admit what I want. You hide behind this pathetic act of a man scorned, but the truth is, you can’t stand the idea of her moving on.” His jaw tensed, but instead of lashing back, he smirked. “Touché. But obsession is what wins, Rhea. Obsession is what keeps us hungry. And hunger is what gets results.” The two of them sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own dark thoughts. The bar around them buzzed with laughter and chatter, oblivious to the venom dripping from the booth in the back. On the screen, the news anchor concluded the segment with a sharp line:

Evidence realized his anger had reached its limit, he finally spoke. "Go and dress up." He ordered Crystabel as she quickly climbed down from the bed and walked into the restroom with her dress to dress up while Mr. Evidence pulled down his hospital dress to cover his already visible big and hard cock. While Crystabel was dressing up in the bathroom, Mr. Evidence gazed up at Rose who was tearing up at the door side and in frustration and anger, he spoke in a calm but dangerous tone. "Are you aware you just spoiled my pleasurable moment? Are you aware I can arrest you for that? Are you also aware I can end your life for doing what you just did? Are you aware?"